Thursday, 26 September 2024

Good news from Bairbre O’Hogan regarding her biography of Winifred Mabel Letts

I am delighted to let you know that “Sing in the Quiet Places of my Heart”, my biography of W.M. Letts (1882-1972) - poet, war poet, dramatist, children's writer, novelist - will be launched on Sunday 20th October 2024, at 2pm in the recently-refurbished Old Courthouse, Rathcoole, D24 YP97 - as part of the Red Line Book Festival. The book was commissioned by, and is published by, South Dublin Libraries

South Dublin Libraries request that, if interested in attending, you book your place at the launch via The Red Line Book Festival website: W.M. Letts Book Launch | Sunday October 20th 2pm | Red Line Book Festival (redlinefestival.ie)

Following the launch on 20th October, the book will be available for purchase (€20) from South Dublin Librariestallaghtlibrary@sdublincoco.ie

Bairbre O'Hogan, 26th September 2024




Thursday, 5 September 2024

Fredegond Cecily Shove - née Maitland (1889–1949) - British poet.

With thanks to Dr Connie Ruzich* for reminding  me that I had not yet posted my research about Fredegond Shove here 

Fredegond Cecily Maitland was born in Cambridge, UK in 1889, the birth being registered in March of that year.  Her parents were Legal Historian, Frederic William Maitland and his wife, Florence Henrietta, nee Fisher. Friedegon’s father taught English Law at Downing College, St Benedict, Cambridge University.  Her mother was a maternal first cousin of Virginia Woolf and sister of Adeline Maria Fisher, the wife of Ralph Vaughan Williams. Her mother's second marriage to Francis Darwin in 1913 brought her in contact with his extended family. 

Friedegond attended Newnham College, Cambridge University from 1910–1913 and during that period also spent time in London with the Vaughan Williams family.  

Gerald and Fredegond
In 1915 Fredegond married British economist Gerald Frank Shove, who like her own family, had links with the Bloomsbury Group. As a conscientious objector doing farming as his alternative service during the First World War, Gerald worked at Garsington Manor near Oxford for most of 1916–1917. 

The future Juliette Huxley, who was working there as a French tutor, later reminisced: "In those days... I saw a good deal of Fredegond Shove, Gerald's wife, who lived like a Spartan at the Bailiff's Cottage." 

Their employer, Lady Ottoline Morrell, also remembered Fredegond then as "an enchanting creature, very sensitive, delicate and highly strung, with a fantastic imagination".


After her death in 1949, Fredegond was buried with her husband and other family members in the Ascension Parish Burial Ground in Cambridge. Her sister Ermengarde Maitland (1887–1968) acted as her literary executor and had the poet's brief memoirs of her early years and married life privately published as Fredegond and Gerald Shove (1952). In the introduction to this, she described sorting through the house and finding poems "everywhere: fairly copied in note-books, scribbled on bits of paper, stuffed into bookcases, cupboards and desks – one would not have been surprised to have found them in the oven – literally hundreds of poems."

According to Catherine W. Reilly in her Bibliography ”English Poetry of the First World War” (St. Martin’s Press, New York, 1978) - p. 293, Friedegond Shove’s WW1 poems were published under the title “Dreams and Journeys” (Blackwell, Oxford, 1918) and she also had poems published in two WW1 anthologies. (pp. 19 and 23): 


Fredegond's poem from “The paths of glory: a collection of poems written during the War, 1914-1918” Ed. Bertram Lloyd (Allen & Unwin, 1919), pp. 98 - 99.

and in "Men who march away" Ed. L.M. Parsons (Chatto & Windus, 1965).

Sources:  Wikipedia, Find my Past, FreeBMD 

https://www.npg.org.uk/collections/search/person/mp72056/gerald-frank-shove

https://archive.org/details/pathsofglorycoll00lloy/page/n9/mode/2up

* You can also Fredegond’s poem “The Farmer” here  on Dr. Connie Ruzich’s wonderful website Behind their Lines  https://behindtheirlines.blogspot.com/2017/04/conscientious-objectors.html


Saturday, 18 May 2024

M. Waller Paton ( - ) – Poet

 I found this poem written by M. Waller Paton in the First World War Poetry Anthology “One Hundred of the Best Poems on the European War by Women Poets of the Empire”, Edited by Charles R. Forshaw (Elliot Stock, London, 1916), on page 117.  BUT I cannot find anything out about M. Waller Paton.  Can anyone help please?



 

M. Waller Patton is mentioned briefly in Catherine W. Reilly's “English Poetry of the First World War: A Bibliography” (St. Martin’s Press, New York, 1978) on page  249.

Saturday, 27 April 2024

Ophelia George Mather (1883 - 1972) – British schoolteacher and poet

Ophelia George Mather was born on 1st September 1883  in Derby, Derbyshire, UK.  Her parents were George Henry Mather, a draper and tailor, and his wife, Amelia Sarah Mather, nee George.  

Ophelia trained to become a schoolteacher and lived in Derby all her life.  She frequently had poems published in local newspapers and the following  poem was also included in “One hundred of the Best Poems on the European War By Women Poets of the Empire” Edited by Charles Frederick Forshaw (Elliot Stock, London, 1916) pages 103 – 107.

“THE GLORY OF WAR” by Ophelia George Mather. Also published in “The Derby Daily Telegraph” on 8th October 1915 

THERE'S glory in the khaki stream That passes through the station-gate! Perhaps there's glory in the gleam

That fills the eyes of those who wait ! Its glamour leads them to their homes, And blinds the bright eye w-hen it roams

Around the empty room ! Yet when away with day it steals, What suffering form is this, that kneels Half-fainting with the pain she feels At Glory's stroke of doom ?

Does Glory fill the heart of her

Who hears one voice in ev'ry sound,

And sees but one face everywhere^ And gazes hopelessly around,

Biting the lip to keep back tears

That bode to drown all future years In seas of misery?

Who tries to give, wath scarce a groan,

The only heart that matched her own,

Knowing that she is left alone With Glory's legacy?


Britain, with other lands, will boast How native warriors rushed to meet

The bold invaders of our coast

Until their downfall was complete !

How Glory stood where ranks were thin,

And cheered above the shrapnel-din, And smiled among the stench

Of reeking bodies, graveless still,

By silent wood and lonely hill,

Or sang its most triumphant trill,

In the death-haunted trench !

They'll tell how Glory stood its ground,

Where men half -gasped their lives away, And in the foulest vapours found

The incense of a hero's day ! How Glory let them slake their thirst Where evil brain had done its worst,

And left a poisoned stream ! Still onward Glory's beckoning light Leads through the inky vault of night. Where the air bristles with affright And apprehensive dreams !

Has Glory other charms than these ?

Its radiance penetrates beneath The darkened fathoms of the seas

And there reveals the victor's wreath! Where craftily destroyers creep Among the dwellers of the deep,

In quest of human prey ! Sea-vampires, blood-suckers, or ghouls, With tentacles that bait for souls, Bidding the ocean as it rolls

Hide half their guilt away !


There is no infamy so great But Glory gilds the very deed,

Till our dulled senses estimate The values of a noxious weed,

As though 'twere Honour's stainless flow'r.

The amaranth of lawful pow'r

By Justice proudly worn !

Glory so flauntingly behaves

On land, in air, or on the waves,

That Britain's war-lords in their graves Must turn and writhe with scorn !


There's something more than Glory's dream That makes men choose a sordid death,

Victims of every evil scheme,

Dishonour tainting every breath !

Each building his own funeral pyre

In w'reathing flames of liquid fire Kindled by fiendish hands !

They feel no glory, where they lie

Half-sodden in some loathsome stye.

Some dug-out trap wherein to die, In weary, waiting bands !


There's something, — call it what you will, Revenge, — or outraged sense of right.

Or Nature's own instinct to kill Repulsive germ or parasite !

An impulse to bring down each threat

That dares to menace Britons yet. With arrogant conceit !

Each holds a brief for some dear life.

Defenceless mother, child, or wife.

And enters the ignoble strife. Us purpose to defeat !


With such a bold yet skulking foe There is no glory in the fight !

Truce-violaters cannot know

The line that severs Wrong from Right !

When lying murderers take the fieldj

Is there one Briton who would yield, Or would refuse to go ?

Although he sickens at the thought

Of battles that are foully fought,

Of honour that is set at nought, With mockery laid low !


No ! Not for Glory, nor for Fame !

As once 'twas said in Marlborough's day, But to avenge our own good name,

To stand by comrades, come what may! To stifle bullies in their shame. To make them taste their own low game,

Until their vauntings cease ; Nor ever call the war-dogs in, Till, with their quarry at Berlin, Their barks proclaim how Britons win An honourable peace !

Inside page from
Anthology


Sources:  Find my Past, FreeBMD,

Catherine W. Reilly “English Poetry of the First World War: A Bibliography” (St. Martin’s Press, New York, 1978)  pp. 220 and 9;

https://archive.org/details/onehundredofbest02fors/page/108/mode/2up?view=theater

https://archive.org/stream/onehundredofbest02fors/onehundredofbest02fors_djvu.txt


Saturday, 6 April 2024

Mildred Huxley (? - ? ) - possibly British - no apparent link to Aldous Huxley


While trying to find out if the author Aldous Huxley wrote any poems during the First World War, I discovered another female WW1 poet but cannot find out any definite information about Mildred - whether Huxley was her maiden name, married name or a pen name... However, it would seem from the following poem that she may have been British. 

 If anyone can help please get in touch. 


OXFORD


And I — I watched them working, dreaming, playing,

⁠Saw their young bodies fit the mind's desire,

Felt them reach outward, upward, still obeying

⁠The passionate dictates of their hidden fire.



Yet here and there some greybeard breathed derision,

⁠"Too much of luxury, too soft an age!

Your careless Galahads will see no vision,

⁠Your knights will make no mark on honour's page."


No mark? - Go ask the broken fields in Flanders,

⁠Ask the great dead who watched in ancient Troy,

Ask the old moon as round the world she wanders

⁠What of the men who were my hope and joy!


They are but fragments of Imperial splendour,

⁠Handfuls of might amid a mighty host,

Yet I, who saw them go with proud surrender,

⁠May surely claim to love them first and most.


They who had all, gave all. Their half-writ story

⁠Lies in the empty halls they knew so well,

But they, the knights of God, shall see His glory,

⁠And find the Grail ev'n in the fire of hell.


Mildred Huxley


Poetry:

"Shadows" (Mar 1910)

"World Conquerers" (May 1911)

"Recalled" (Aug 1911)

"Big Boy's Lullaby" (Mar 1912)

"On the New Road" (Oct 1912)

"As a Man Soweth" (Jun 1913)

"Subalterns: a song of Oxford" (Sep 1916)

Also:

From A Treasury of War Poetry, ... 1914-1919 (1917):

"Subalterns", p. 127; "To My Godson", p. 401.


According to Catherine W. Reilly in her fantastic book “English Poetry of the First World War:  A Bibliography” (St. Martin’s Press, New York, 1978), on p 177,  Mildred Huxley had a poem or poems published in 8 WW1 anthologies.



Tuesday, 2 April 2024

Olive L. Gillespie (1889 - ?) - Canadian. A poem written in memory of her brother Fred Learn kia in France 1918

With thanks to Dave Barlee for sending us this information. Dave says:  “I’m doing some research on soldiers in Crouy British Cemetery and came across the story of Private Fred Learn of 52nd Battalion Canadian Infantry and discovered this poem written in his honour by his sister.”

 

"HE SLEEPS BENEATH THE POPPIES RED”

Written in memory of Fred H. Learn, who died of wounds on 8th August 1918, in France, by his sister, Olive L. Gillespie, 595 Rathgar Ave., Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.


Beneath a bed of poppies red, he sleeps – and knows no pain,

Not the troubled sleep of the fighting ones, where battles are fought in the brain.

No roar of guns, nor flash of fire, can disturb his peaceful rest

For he sleeps in the arms of “Mother Earth”, while she folds him to her breast.

For us ‘tis hard to understand, why life ceased, ‘ere it scarce begun,

And over many a cherished plan, dark clouds covered his sun.

Not now, but perhaps in future years, we’ll sometime understand

Why he was called from life so soon, to answer the “Last Command.”

I would that our tears could atone, for the precious blood he shed,

But the poppies over him will bloom, poppies bright as his blood was red.

He died a hero for Freedom’s cause, and nobly he answered the call,

Like many a one, who has gone before, he was glad to give his all.

And though we grieve in our earthly way, for the one lost for a little while,

It won’t be long ‘ere he welcomes us, with the “Sunshine of his Smile.”


Dave has researched the Learn family:

Frederick Harding Learn was born on 18th October 1889 in Aylmer, Ontario, Canada.  His parents were Charles Arthur Learn and his wife, Ella May Learn, nee Fitch, who were married on 19th March 1884 in Yarmouth Township.  

Charles was born in Yarmouth about 1871, the son of Charles and Harriet Learn, and was living in Port Stanley at the time of his marriage.  He was a fruit grower and market gardener.  Ella May Fitch was born in Nova Scotia about 1875, the daughter of Theodore and Lydia Trena Fitch.  She was living in Yarmouth at the time of her marriage.

Charles & Ella are found on the 1891 Yarmouth Township census (Div. 1, page 51).  They have not been located on the 1901 or 1911 census.  They had at least one other child, Olive Pearl, born June 15, 1888 in St. Thomas.

Fred moved to Winnipeg where he is found on the 1911 census, age 21. He was lodging at the Y.M.C.A., and was employed in a jewelry store.

Fred enlisted for service on 19th January 1916 in Winnipeg, Manitoba.  He was living at Ste. 10, Ashland Court, Winnipeg, and was working as an optical stock keeper.  He had previously served two years with the 90th Winnipeg Rifles.  He lists his next of kin as his mother, Mrs. Ella Mae Learn, of the same address.

Information gathered by the Elgin Military Museum states that Pte. Learn served in the 144th Battalion in Canada, and the 52nd Battalion in France.  He was wounded at Amiens.

Fred died on 8th August 1918 at the age of 28.  He was serving with the 52nd Battalion of Canadian Infantry (Manitoba Regiment). He is buried in Crouy British Cemetery, Crouy-sur-Somme, France.


A photo of Fred accompanying the following notice of his death appeared in the Aylmer Express, September 5, 1918:

Pte. Fred H. Learn, son of Charles A. Learn, and grandson of C. O. Learn, of this place, who was killed in action on August 8th, in France.  Pte. Learn went to school in Aylmer, but enlisted with a Winnipeg battalion, in which city he was living some two years ago.  He has been in France for many months, and has seen some hard fighting.  He always wrote a very cheery letter home, and was hoping to return to Canada to be married soon.  A letter written but a short time before his death appears in another column of this issue

The above mentioned letter was printed in the same issue of the Aylmer Express:

FRED H. LEARN HOPED TO SOON BE HOME

He was Killed in France, August 8th

The following is the last letter written his father, Charles A. Learn, of this place, before me made the supreme sacrifice.  A trench card stated he was well and dated August 7, the day before he died, was received on Tuesday.

Base, France, July 20, 1918

Dear Dad:

Yours of June 5th came a couple of days after I had written my last letter to you.  In your letter you refer to doing of which you have read and I have escaped, if you want to call it an escape, but it doesn’t worry us any, and your old saying about the “miss being as good as a mile”.    I hear good reports of the excellent crop conditions in your part of the Dominion and know how very busy you must be now, and I wish you all good wishes for a very successful year.   Regret to hear of grandfather’s poorly condition and trust he improves because I want him to be well when I get home so we can take a nice walk, and enjoy a cigar, etc.  You will have to congratulate Lou Winder for me on his latest move and I trust I will be doing the same as soon as it is possible, and it doesn’t look very far away just now. 

It is indeed nice to hear of my old friends and Claude Monteith is still in the old town.  Give them my very best regards. 

I did have a fine time where I was but am badly bent just now, however, I will recover, but it is a grand place to enjoy one’s self, when the dough is plentiful.

Will be dangling along some of these fine days and you will know I am always with you all in thought, and think of you many times.

Am on guard tonight, so it gives a fellow a little time for writing.  It has just gone eleven o’clock and all is quiet and peaceful. I wrote grandfather and grandmother a short while ago, and hope the letter arrived safely. Trust this letter finds all well both in London and Aylmer and in closing, my kindest regards to the old friends and much love to you and all.

Ever your loving son,

Fred H. Learn,


Crouy British Cemetery, Crouy-sur-Somme, France.

CORPORAL FRED HARDING LEARN

Service Number: 829442

Canadian Infantry 52nd Bn.

Date of Death 08 August 1918

Age 27 years

Buried or commemorated at

CROUY BRITISH CEMETERY, CROUY-SUR-SOMME France

Grave Reference: V. A. 18.

Preliminary Source:  Information supplied by Dave Barlee

Additional information from:

https://www.cwgc.org/find-records/find-war-dead/casualty-details/71292/fred-harding-learn/




Tuesday, 30 January 2024

Eloise A. Skimings (1837 - 1921) – Canadian poet, author, newspaper columnist, musician, music teacher and composer

With thanks to Historian Lizbet Tobin for finding this poet for us 

Born in Goderich, Ontario, Canada on 29th December 1837, Eloise’s parents were James Skimings and his wife, Mary Rielly Mason Skimings. Eloise had two brothers - William and Richard - and one sister, Emma Jane, who died when she was two years old.

Eloise became the Principal of Goderich School and wrote for the local newspaper.  She started writing poetry and songs long before WWI and worked as a columnist for the “Clinton News-Record” newspaper. Described as “one of Goderich’s best-known citizens” and “The Poetess of Lake Huron”, Eloise had a profound influence on future generations of women in South Western Ontario. 

Eloise was still writing in 1918 and the local museum has updated their search options for some of her collected material : https://www.huroncountymuseum.ca/eloise-a-skimings-the-poetess-of-huron-county/?fbclid=IwAR2c3Tjp80jE-wY9mBHeZfYLA3mXT_fVUUIj-yp_qqmnLi7okZKLtjoHViw

Eloise died at House of Refuge in 1921 and is buried at the Maitland Cemetery in Goderich, ON. Her obituary was published in the “Clinton News-Record”.

The archive resource at the Huron County Museum consists of textual records and other material created and accumulated by Eloise A. Skimings during her career as a newspaper correspondent, teacher, poet, and composer in Goderich.  Eloise received a great deal of correspondence and letters, including thank-you letters, letters from her family and friends, news correspondence from her time at the “Clinton News-Record”, and payments for her poetry book. Some of these letters were written by well-known people of the time, from political figures to royalty. A finding aid can be found on the Museum’s website – Huron County Archives | Huron County Museum - for researchers interested in reading more.

https://www.huroncountymuseum.ca/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/Eloise-Skimmings-Fonds.pdf

I am still trying to find poems by Eloise written about or during the First World War.  In the meantime, here is a poem she wrote and sent to Princess Patricia of Connaught:

Princess Patricia of Connaught (1886 - 1974)

Victoria Patricia Helena Elizabeth was one of Queen Victoria’s granddaughters.  She was born on 17th March 1886 in London.  Her Mother was Princess Louise Margaret of Prussia and her Father was Prince Arthur, Duke of Connaught and Strathearn, third son of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha.   Princess Patricia was a bridesmaid at the wedding of the Duke and Duchess of York – the future King George V and Queen Mary.

Princess Patricia travelled with her family to Canada in 1911 when her Father was appointed Governor General of Canada.   Her portrait was on the One Dollar note of the Dominion of Canada issued in March 1917.  


When the War broke out, Canada answered the call immediately. Montreal millionaire  Andrew Hamilton Gault – who had served with the Royal Canadian Rifles in South Africa – decided to found a unit of elite troops who had already experienced action. He raised a regiment of light infantry and asked permission to use Princess Patricia’s name.  So Princess Patricia’s Canadian Light Infantry came into being and the Princess was their Colonel-in-Chief until her death.  She designed and embroidered a banner for the regiment to carry into battle  Princess Patricia also designed the cap badge and collar badges for the regiment – depicting a single daisy, in honour of Hamilton Gault’s wife, Marguerite.

Sources:

https://postpoetics.org/eloise-a-skimings-famous-poems/

https://www.huroncountymuseum.ca/huron-historic-gaol/

https://inspirationalwomenofww1.blogspot.com/2017/06/princess-patricia-of-connaught-1886-1974.html